The first-class concubine of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 189
Qiu Shuang did not expect that Liu Wei would use this method to solve the problem and save her reputation.

And judging from the things Liu Wei did, Liu Wei must have thought about what to do a long time ago. It turned out that everything was under Liu Wei's control.

Qiu Shuang sighed, and then didn't think about these things anymore. Now she has been firmly grasped by Liu Wei, and she can only do things for Liu Wei. Even if she really wants to deal with Liu Wei, she must find the right one. Timing will do.

When Qiushuang thought this way, Wen Lei from Wen's residence was furious.

A little bit more, and a little bit more, he would be able to destroy Huashi Restaurant and ruin Liuwei, but he couldn't figure it out, why did Huashi Restaurant cooperate with Liuwei in the end?

There are many things that Wen Lei can't figure out, but it doesn't matter if he can't figure it out, because he will never stop there.

But now he knows very well that even if he wants to take revenge, he can't be too hasty, and he can't even let Liu Wei know that he is going to deal with Liu Wei, because Liu Wei has his handle, and he can only rely on external force.

After this incident, Liu Wei continued to be his own magistrate, Qin Jun and Qin Yun's father and daughter helped out at the Liu Family Winery, and Qiu Shuang and Dong Yu secretly formed the Gentleman's Hall.

Time passed slowly, and it was rare for King Xing's Mansion to be peaceful for a while.

In a blink of an eye, it was the end of summer.

At the end of summer, the temperature in Prince Xing's Mansion dropped a lot, and it was no longer that unbearably hot.

And at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the rain in Xingwang's mansion was relatively frequent, the water level rose, and the autumn fish were plump.

In the afternoon of this day, Liu Wei sat in front of the window to take a nap, and a birdcage was hung on the wooden beam by the window, and there was a snow-white flying pigeon in the birdcage.

The flying pigeon made cooing noises from time to time. Princess Ruyi was on her lunch break, and she couldn't help being a little annoyed when she heard the sound of the flying pigeon: "I don't know what the son-in-law is doing with such a pigeon, it makes a lot of noise every day."

Princess Ruyi sat up lazily from the bed, her hair covered half of her face, making her look more attractive, and she wanted someone to love her.

Liu Weiben was resting his eyes with his eyes closed, and smiled slightly after hearing Princess Ruyi's words: "I want to fatten it up and make soup for the princess."

Princess Ruyi looked at Liu Wei in disbelief: "It's no wonder if you are really willing to part with it. You have been raising this pigeon for a month, and the food you feed it every day is better than those of the servants. Besides, if you really want it If you want to make soup for this princess, why bother raising it yourself, why not just buy some?"

Hearing Princess Ruyi's words, Liu Wei didn't refute, but said calmly: "Princess Ruyi knows me, this pigeon is a good thing, if you really want to use it to make soup, I really don't want to."

Hearing what Liu Wei said, Princess Ruyi suddenly became interested: "Is there anything special about this pigeon?"

"Of course there is."

"Oh, what's so special?"

"Beautiful!"

The white pigeon in the cage is indeed very beautiful, but Princess Ruyi is a little annoyed: "It's not serious, I can't hear a single truth from your mouth."

Liu Wei smiled, the truth is true, but it's not yet time to tell Princess Ruyi, this white pigeon is very useful, but it can't be said to Princess Ruyi.
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In the evening, there was a sudden wind.

The wind is refreshing, and it also blows down the leaves in the courtyard. The leaves fall one after another, like a fallen life, and also like an autumn dance.

And in such weather, Liu Wei took the birdcage to Washington.

After arriving in Washington, autumn frost and winter rain greeted them.

"Why is Concubine Liu here?"

"I also brought a pigeon, don't you want to make soup for Sister Qiushuang?"

Liu Wei smiled: "If it's really soup, it should be given to Miss Dongyu."

Dong Yu was taken aback for a moment, puzzled and said, "Why did you give me a drink?"

"Because this son-in-law admires Miss Dongyu!"

This sentence was so explicit that after Liu Wei said it, Dong Yu's pale face suddenly turned red.

But at this time, Qiu Shuang said in a very cold voice: "Don't tease Dong Yu anymore, my son-in-law. You came here with a pigeon. You must have something important to do?"

At this point, Qiushuang paused slightly, and then said: "It's just a pigeon, but I can't think of anything important."

Liu Wei was not in a hurry, so she sat down in the living room first, and then said: "Miss Qiushuang is very knowledgeable, you should have heard of the story of Feige passing on books, right?"

"Flying Pigeon Passing Letters?" Qiu Shuang was slightly taken aback, she must have heard of Feige Passing Letters.

"It is recorded in "Kaiyuan Tianbao Legacy" that when Zhang Jiuling was a teenager, he raised a flock of pigeons at home. Whenever he communicated with relatives and acquaintances, he only used books on the feet of pigeons. The carrier pigeon with the letter box on its back can hold the contents of the letter. The carrier pigeon with the letter box on its body can hold the contents of the letter in the letter box. Everyone is amazed at the time."

Liu Wei recounted this record lightly. After Qiu Shuang listened to it, she looked surprised: "The record belongs to the record, but I have never seen the actual use of flying pigeons to deliver messages. A pigeon is coming, could it be that this pigeon can deliver a message?"

While Qiushuang was talking, the white pigeon that had been placed on the table suddenly made a cooing sound, as if responding to Qiushuang's question.

"Since it is a record, it may be true, and my son-in-law has selected such a carrier pigeon after many selections according to the record. I came to Washington today just to be in front of Miss Qiushuang and Dong Dong. Miss Yu's interview is just an experiment."

Flying pigeons only appear in the records. Now that Liu Wei is going to experiment, even Qiushuang, who has always been calm, is a little excited. If Feige can really pass the book, then they will pass the news several times faster than usual in the future. This several times the speed is enough to determine the success or failure of many things.

It's just that when Qiushuang cast her eyes on the flying pigeon in the cage, she shook her head in disappointment. The white pigeon was indeed beautiful, but she didn't think such an ordinary pigeon could deliver a message. In her opinion, Sometimes even sending people to deliver messages can go wrong, let alone a pigeon, does it know where you want it to send the message?Will it get lost halfway, will it be delayed due to other things, so that it will be delayed.

In any case, Qiushuang was not optimistic about the pigeon brought by Liuwei.

Dong Yu is also not optimistic, she is a master of intelligence, she doesn't think this pigeon can deliver letters faster than her.

"This pigeon can really deliver letters?" Dong Yu looked at Liu Wei in disbelief.

Liu Wei nodded: "Of course it is possible, but you two may not be able to believe it, so I came here to experiment to convince you, how about this, how about I take a gamble with Miss Dongyu?"

Dong Yu frowned slightly, but she was curious: "How do you bet?"

"There is a big tree on the triangular slope outside the city. I, a carrier pigeon, will bring the letter there. If Miss Dongyu can rush to the triangular slope before the carrier pigeon arrives, I will lose, how about it?"

It is impossible for a human to be faster than a pigeon, but a human has agility and a pigeon does not, so it may not be able to find its way. After thinking about it, Dong Yu nodded, "Okay, I'll just make a bet with Liu Concubine."
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After the pigeons flew away, Dong Yu had also left.

Liu Wei and Qiu Shuang sat in the living room chatting, and the servants brought good tea early.

But Qiushuang didn't drink, and there were only the two of them in the living room. For some reason, she felt embarrassed, but she couldn't tell what the embarrassment was.

Liu Wei was very casual, took a sip of tea, and then praised: "Good tea."

Qiu Shuang smiled: "Oh, can Madam Liu know what kind of tea this is?"

Liu Wei was taken aback, took another sip, then shook his head: "I can't drink it."

Qiushuang was a little disappointed. In her opinion, a person with an elegant character should be a person who can taste tea. She heard Liu Wei praised tea as good, and thought Liu Wei could taste tea, but she heard Liu Wei said that she didn't know if it was tea. What tea, it's no wonder she wasn't disappointed.

But Liu Wei didn't seem to care about it, and didn't even feel ashamed of her loneliness.

"From Miss Qiushuang's point of view, what counts as tasting tea?"

"When you taste tea, you should know the tea. To know the tea, to know the tea is to taste it. If you don't know what kind of tea it is, isn't it the same as walking in the dark? To know tea is to know what kind of tea goes with what kind of tea set, what kind of tea Only in this way can the quality of tea be tasted."

Qiu Shuang didn't hide it at all, and didn't even hide her disappointment that Liu Wei couldn't taste the tea just now, and she didn't shy away from Liu Wei's clumsy tea tasting.

After listening to Qiushuang's words, Liu Wei only smiled slightly: "What Miss Qiushuang said is not bad, but it's too complicated. In my opinion, tasting tea is like tasting life. What kind of life do you want? What kind of tea can be tasted."

After speaking, Liu Wei picked up a cup of tea and took another sip.

At this time, Qiu Shuang couldn't help being taken aback. She was savoring what Liu Wei said. Tasting tea is like tasting life. The tea here is also light and elegant. As for what kind of tea it is, what does it matter?
If a person has great ambitions, if he is asked to taste tea, no matter what kind of tea it is, he will drink it tasteless, right?

After savoring Liu Wei's words carefully, Qiushuang thought of Liu Wei again, what kind of person would a person who can say such a sentence be?
wise man.

In Qiushuang's view, a person who can say that tasting tea is like tasting life can only be described as a wise man, and the so-called wise man is a person who can deal with it indifferently. When such a person faces difficulties and dangers, he will also Can take it easy.

Liu Wei is obviously such a person, Qiu Shuang smiled bitterly in her heart, it is not a good thing to be an enemy of such a person, but when Qiu Shuang thought so, there was a sudden thunder outside.

(End of this chapter)